Chapter 111 Xuan Yuntian is blamed for his kindness?

How could Wen Zhiyu have imagined that Xie Tingyu's train of thought was so bizarre and shocking?

How could he have expected that Xie Tingyu would raise his hand and slap him, not with much force, just a simple slap on his head.

Xie Tingyu ruffled her hair, and a few strands fell in front of her forehead.

In Xie Tingyu's eyes, all he saw was warmth and astonishment, and his body was visibly frozen.

Wen Zhi's ears hidden under her hair were all red, and the blush climbed up from her neck, turning it red.

Wen Zhiyu took a step back. Xie Tingyu's hand fell into the air. She slowly withdrew it, "If I say there is something on your head, would you believe it?"

"You always make this expression when you feel guilty. It's not convincing." Wen Zhiyu did not respond to her directly, but reminded her indirectly that her guilt was too obvious. However, he was able to control his emotions quickly and his expression changed in the blink of an eye.

I no longer see any trace of that stubborn look, as if it had never appeared.

"So what?"

"It's okay, you can touch it if you want."

Wen Zhiyu turned around and said, "I'll take you back, let's go."

Xie Tingyu lowered her eyes and responded casually, rubbing her fingers in her sleeves, and a strand of hair lingered on her fingertips.

Xie Tingyu turned to stare at Wen Zhiyu's back. He walked two steps in front of her, not too far away, and a fresh fragrance wafted from him.

What kind of incense do grown men use?

Xie Tingyu complained in his heart.

But it smells pretty good. Before I escape, I'll ask him for the incense formula, and then I'll take it to the ghost palace. While loving Lady Hongxiu to death, I'll also smoke out that annoying guy Wu Bu to death.

But how do I start this conversation? I can't just say "You smell so good" to Wen Zhiyu.

This speech is really terrible.

Xie Tingyu couldn't help but raise her hand to support her forehead. It seemed like something was wrong with her brain these days. Weird ideas popped up all the time and anywhere. If she said them out loud, she would surprise others, and if she didn't say them out loud, she would still be shocked.

Wen Zhiyu always likes to fly around, acting like an immortal. With his handsome face, flowing white clothes, and flying with a sword, he looks like a banished immortal who has descended to the mortal world.

Perhaps he also knew that this kind of pretending was particularly effective, and he would show it every time he appeared on stage.

Wen Zhiyu seemed to sense something, he suddenly stopped and turned his head, Xie Tingyu almost bumped into his back, the tip of her nose was just a millimeter away from his clothes.

The fragrance was so strong that Xie Tingyu sniffed and subconsciously covered her nose with her hand.

The smiles on Wen Zhi and Jian Zheng's faces froze.

He didn't even want to speak. He turned his head and silently raised his sleeve to his nose to sniff.

Is there something strange about him?

Xie Tingyu did not notice Wen Zhiyu's abnormality. In fact, in Xie Tingyu's eyes, Wen Zhiyu had already become a very abnormal person.

Even if he suddenly went crazy now, Xie Tingyu could remain calm.

There is nothing else, just familiarity.

After all, this time is new, second time is familiar.

Xie Tingyu was exhausted from walking and was wondering how Wen Zhiyu could still be so calm and patient in walking on his own. This was not like Wen Zhiyu's behavior.

Just as she reached the residence of the disciples of the Punishment Hall at the foot of the mountain and was about to sacrifice Tianxing Chixiao, she suddenly heard several angry curses.

"This Beimingyun Palace is full of despicable villains. They actually put all the blame on us, Xuanyuntian."

"That's right. Qiu Huan died in my Xuan Yuntian, but they insisted that it was my disciples who killed him. Now when they are returning, they encounter Bo Lan again. They actually shook out all these things and spread them all over the cultivation world, saying that I, Xuan Yuntian, was behind it."

"How could my Xuanyuntian sect resort to such despicable means? Those people are just fools and have no thoughts of their own."

Xie Tingyu slowed down and looked over at the same time as Wen Zhiyu.

Several disciples gathered together, looking at the cloud and listening to the information output frantically.

It wasn't enough for one person to scold, another one started scolding again.

Wen Zhiyu crossed his arms and laughed softly.

His voice was so soft that Xie Tingyu almost didn't hear it. "Is Xie Qingdai trying to hide her secret by doing this?"

She hesitated for a moment, staring at the group of disciples without looking away, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"You should understand. I don't think I need to explain this to you." Wen Zhi's red hairband loosened inexplicably.

Just when her hair was about to fall down, Wen Zhiyu grabbed the hairband with her backhand, raised her other hand, and tied it into a low ponytail with a casual expression.

His face was extremely gentle when he smiled, and now it looked even more gentle.

Every glance and every smile is like the spring sunshine.

Xie Tingyu was choked by what she heard, and she didn't ask the question in the end.

She actually wanted to ask whether the last time Qiu Huan was beaten was his masterpiece, but it didn't matter anymore. Qiu Huan had already been killed by Xie Chuyang, and even if Xie Qingdai found the last remnant of his soul, it would be powerless to save him.

But what is more likely is that even if Xie Qingdai found the last bit of Qiu Huan's soul, she would most likely not go to great lengths to keep him.

Xie Qingdai values ​​benefits, which depends on whether the benefits gained after rescuing Qiu Huan can compare with the cost.

This is what Xie Qingdai is thinking.

Xie Tingyu didn't really know her well, but Xie Chuyang knew her best. Xie Qingdai's ambition was obvious, and if her plan succeeded one day, there might be some trouble in the world of cultivation.

"Is Beiming Yun Palace doing this to ruin Xuan Yuntian's reputation?" Xie Tingyu rolled his eyes and frowned.

Warmth and looking forward, "Not much use."

Hit the nail on the head.

Xie Tingyu affirmed Wen Zhiyu's evaluation in his heart. Xuan Yuntian was able to become the number one sect in the cultivation world not by relying on false reputation. Among the five major sects, the Ghost Mansion was most afraid of Xuan Yuntian.

Not to mention Xuan Yuntian's overall strength, let's just talk about Yunheng, the famous Yunheng Sword Master.

There are only two people in the ghost house who can match you.

Xie Tingyu was not very clear about the strength of the Ghost Mansion, so he naturally felt worried when he saw the background of the cultivation world.

After a year in the cultivation world, it would be a lie to say that I haven't had the slightest change of mind towards Yun Heng.

However, if she revealed her identity and cultivation level, she would most likely not be able to escape the pursuit of this Yunheng Sword Master.

The group of disciples were so energetic and focused that they didn't even notice that there were two people eavesdropping outside the door.

Xie Tingyu pulled Wen Zhiyu's sleeve and asked, "What do you think?"

"Except Xie Qingdai and her two direct disciples, all others are dead?" Wen Zhiyu asked again, his voice was a little loud, and the disciples inside stopped talking at the same time.

They turned their heads strangely, their movements in unison and very stiff, and peeked out from the crack in the door.

Xie Tingyu was the first one they saw. Xie Tingyu was speechless and pulled Wen Zhiyu over.

The disciple inside hurried over to open the door, but before he could touch the door, Wen Zhiyu opened it first.

Wen Zhiyu showed his signature smile again, "Good afternoon, fellow apprentices. I just happened to pass by and overheard this. I didn't mean to eavesdrop on you, but I was afraid you might misunderstand me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have spoken out. I wonder what you were discussing just now?"

He was well-known for his gentleness and kindness, and was a role model in the hearts of many of Xuanyuntian's disciples.

Therefore, Wen Zhiyu's sudden joining did not arouse their suspicion.

It can even be said that the enthusiasm is a little scary.

Xie Tingyu was not ignored by them.

Several disciples brought out a chair and placed it behind Xie Tingyu, then took out a few of the best quality spiritual fruits and handed them to her.

"Xie Xiaoshishu, we don't have anything good here, can you please make do with it?"

Xie Tingyu looked at them with a smile, a gentle look on his face, "It's okay, thank you very much, you can continue to discuss, don't pay attention to me, just treat me as air."

She held a few fruits in her hand and sat quietly on a chair, listening to the disciples continue talking. Wen Zhiyu was surrounded by them.

Originally, someone suggested calling Xie Tingyu along, but Xie Tingyu didn't seem interested in these questions, so Wen Zhiyu also suggested that she take a rest and not be disturbed.

Xie Tingyu listened and admired Wen Zhiyu's understanding.

At the same time, I can sit and take a nap with peace of mind.

I fell asleep without realizing it, and with no support, my body suddenly tilted to the side.

Xie Tingyu woke up in shock, but his fallen body was caught by a hand. Xie Tingyu regained consciousness and looked up. It was a young but handsome disciple.

He still has a scar on his face that has not fully healed.

Even when it was across his face, it didn't affect his looks.

Xie Tingyu felt like he had seen him somewhere before, so he said "thank you" and stared at him for a few more seconds.

All the exposed skin on this disciple's body was covered with scars. It was unknown what he had been through.

Xie Tingyu took out two bottles of medicine from the storage ring.

"White porcelain bottle of elixir, green porcelain bottle of external injury medicine, one pill a day, once a day, don't forget."

After saying this, Xie Tingyu smiled again, with an indescribably gentle expression, "Thank you so much for what you did just now."

Xie Tingyu turned around and didn't notice that the disciple's ears suddenly turned red after he took the two bottles of medicine.

The disciple turned around and hid himself in the shadow inside the house.

Using that shadow to conceal one's own strangeness.

His ears felt hot and tight, and it was a very wrong feeling.

Xie Tingyu ate the fruit happily. The spiritual power in this fruit was not abundant, but it was juicy and sweet.

Xie Tingyu ate three in one go, leaving one.

Suddenly a shadow covered the area, and Xie Tingyu heard Wen Zhiyu's voice, "Is it sweet?"

Xie Tingyu thought Wen Zhi wanted to eat the fruit, so he stretched out his hand that was holding the fruit. However, a bony hand appeared in front of him, and several spiritual fruits, bright red and juicy, appeared in his palm.

"We'll be done in a while. I'm afraid you'll be bored, so you can eat something. I'll buy you some peach cakes when I get back."

"Peach Blossom Cake?"

Xie Tingyu curled his eyes and took it without considering why Wen Zhiyou stayed here. It was obvious that he was just discussing Beiming Yungong's behavior with some disciples, but he took it seriously and said, "Okay, it's a deal."

Her eyes were dazed for a moment, and the figure reflected in her eyes suddenly distorted.

She couldn't understand again, Wen Zhiyu... Was he just pretending to be gentle and kind, or was he gradually becoming a truly gentle and kind person in the process of pretending?